The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows.

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.

Alas! we know that ideals can never be completely embodied in practice. Ideals must ever lie a great way off--and we will thankfully content ourselves with any not intolerable approximation thereto! Let no man, as Schiller says, too querulously "measure by a scale of perfection the meager product of reality" in this poor world of ours.

The difference between Socrates and Jesus? The great conscious and the immeasurably great unconscious.

All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.